Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around the way

Yo, hey, nappy
Yo,
got there?
Hah, I got some of lyrical

Well, I'm a y'all
Well, I'm a y'all

You wanna swing I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams I the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also papers say ock
I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I thee
If you by the sword you will be die by the gun
'Cuz all guys tell and more girls commits it
I was to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'

on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General
Condition critical, over who's the physical
So if I die, me at the funeral

I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand
To a land where only God me
And the write raps on holy paper
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator
One flight up, is you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my be there

So, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday?
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, comin' around de way

I puff so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with a proof vest
They call me cock but I, still cave a chest
I wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West

No to the West, true indeed
I rock it to the East, the is the seed
To see them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin'

Now we on some new stuff, I never the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie
Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin'
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the at?

A Mister Three Piece
Check the roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents and them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy
I a Jones' comin' down, yo I

I got the slang to make the chitty, bang,
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
No I, got hte to make the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee round de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home

Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a
if snake doesn't rattle
'Cuz my as old as a reptile
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new

So come me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, this my land
The blacker the black man, the better the man
Yo, nappy heads need to check they necks for red

I, feel injection, put the to your feel reality's
You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"Oh you wanna with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin' wrong, your head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful
But what the hell was so 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Man

The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one all
Don't stall or I'ma you like a voodoo doll
locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid the boondocks

Out of Motorville of the ill kill
Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say who comin' like the but save the rumor
I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
When I used to rock my

Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra
Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra

Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de Fugee comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home!

Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home

I wear my sunglasses at
To spy on my girlfriend, that's
They dancin', romancin', at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at
Say, Lisa could I get a date on Friday